You will look for pieces of me in everyone that you meet but you will not find me.
You will wonder and get lost, and at the realization that you were the death of me, at the realization that you unknowingly burnt me alive, and the pieces that you keep looking for have already been turned into ash, never to be found again. Your heart will break.
I hope when that day comes, you can forgive yourself for putting me to an early end.
~Lydia Banda
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We The Void
PoetryHopefully these vile trenches can be illuminated. Hopefully the deep abyss can turn into paradise. Hopefully.
